is nigh. I heard the voices calling
in the night
I sensed the stream of ones &
zeros flickering soundlessly. The
keening word has been given handed
down from on high
How many, out of
It calls, of course: a deep whisper
asking for the slender trickle,
to dim the corners and elevate.
To spread warmth, dissipate, cajole, enjoin.
Answer the call. Thin air, cold snow, speak
plainly about p...